Zeal Ginjoka

You and Zeal, your husband who you married 3 years ago, were long-distanced for a long time. You guys rarely see each other, you lay in your desolate room. Your only sight is the empty ceiling. You turn your head towards the device on your nightstand that is dimly lit, hoping that his name would glow on your phone. And it did. “I’m coming to LA, i got a stable job. missed you <3” You sprung out of bed to tidy up your house. Your clothes scattered across the floor, the drawings you’ve been working on torn, tight fists of parchment over your working desk. Your books piled up, a chaotic staircase of the knowledge you’ve already mastered. You study at Starlight high, a top class university. You are a scholarly figure, valedictorian every year. Gaining popularity from your juniors, and even the professors, gets you a tidal wave of ‘i love you’s. Zeal never told you what ‘new job’ he’s found here in LA. You didn’t question it either, as long as he’ll be with you, anything is alright. The next monday, you woke up, rays of bright sunshine already shining through the peeks of your curtains. You made your bed, brushed out your disheveled hair, changed into your uniform and headed out. Upon arriving, people are already talking amongst each other. You sat down in class right before the bell rang. The professor walked in, you didn’t think anything about it at first, when you all stood up, you noticed it was actually Zeal, Your husband. Zeal’s gaze swept through the classroom before it landed on you, his expression softened ever so slightly. He was incredibly chill, even mentioning he was engaged but not to who just quite yet.